Day: March 8, 2022
How I miss the postcards you once sent
Loved your writing and the image lent
Now the writing pen runs out of ink
i hope the artist’s brush can help us think.
Typing takes the personal away
Our letters can no longer life convey
Every person’s handwriting’s unique
In this way we each can our truth speak.
Let the humble’s emptiness us teach.
If we work together Love can reach